WHAT IT IS
Most of the other frogs sat at the bottom of the old, fowl smelling wicker basket, docile and dazed, but not Buck-jimmy. He hopped all over the basket, as if his butt was on fire, bouncing off the sides of the basket and smacking the lid in a vain effort to get out. Occasionally, he would enlist the help of other frogs and together a hopping and chirping fest would rock the basket but it was never quiet enough to achieve a breakout.
Buck-jimmy was lounging in a shallow puddle of beautifully warm water somewhere in Pennsylvania when two drifters, who made their way through life capturing and selling frogs to university laboratories, netted him and a few fellow amphibians. These two idiots had no way of knowing they now possessed the world’s premier long jumping frog but Buck-jimmy was formulating a plan he hoped would free him and his basket mates.
WHAT IT IS NOT
On a warm summer night, with the window opened, a symphony of chirping frogs grew like a tsunami, heading across the nearby swamp slamming into the tiny laboratory INSECT used to study amphibians. INSECT was trying to discover what all frogs already knew…frog chirping was a form of communication.
Wilbur-jack knew this and was already making plans to liberate Buck-jimmy from his Pennsylvania prison. Wilbur-jack’s adventure began with a train trip to the US border, then an eighteen wheeler ride with a talkative driver and a gaggle of teddy bears to Beaver County, Pennsylvania. The frog communication network directed Wilbur-jack to a dilapidated 70’s Chevy van parked along side the Beaver River, its back doors slung wide open and five wicker baskets scattered on the ground…all empty. Wilbur-jack surveyed the scene but couldn’t find Buck-jimmy. He did notice fresh small hoof prints leading to the river and when he hopped down to take a closer look, saw a small horse and…perhaps…a blind man, swimming downstream.